Minimize Me: A former Hoarder’s Journey into a Life of Minimalism-Part 6: The Technological Clutter

This is part 6 of a series documenting my journey into a life of minimalism. The highs, the lows, the wins, and losses of minimizing the amount of stuff in my life. If you’re just jumping in, may I suggest reading the introduction, part 1, 2, 3, 4 and 5. Having a hard time keeping up? May I also suggest subscribing at the bottom of this page to receive updates. You’ll never miss a post and be one cool cat.


Facebook. Twitter. Email subscriptions. Pings. Notifications. Likes. Tags. Messages. Friend requests. There is a constant technological chatter in the background of my life. I think everyone can say that the Internet is a black hole that sucks up your time, your brain, and your life. And I’m sick of it all.

Anyone familiar with Thoreau has heard his all too famous quote, “Simplify, simplify, simplify.” We’ll leave the discussion of the contradictory nature of Walden for another time (proud owner of a BA in English right here), and we’re going to take this quote away from its literary context for the sake of argument, something I have been trained never to do, but hey, I’m all about breaking the rules.  Continue reading “Minimize Me: A former Hoarder’s Journey into a Life of Minimalism-Part 6: The Technological Clutter”

Minimize Me: A former Hoarder’s Journey into a Life of Minimalism-Part 5: All Aboard the Gift Guilt-Trip Train

This is part 5 of a series documenting my journey into a life of minimalism. The highs, the lows, the wins, and losses of minimizing the amount of stuff in my life.If you’re just jumping in, may I suggest reading the introduction, part 1, part 2, part 3, and part 4. Having a hard time keeping up? May I also suggest subscribing at the bottom of this page to receive updates. You’ll never miss a post and be one cool cat.


What does a new baby, a bar mitzvah, and a wedding all have in common? Besides being things I have yet to experience…Brown paper packages tied up with string. The pile of crumpled tinsel colored paper on the floor after Christmas. Bags of tissue paper. Those clothing boxes you don’t know what to do with afterwards. I’m talking about presents people. Gift giving.

A few weeks ago, a gal pal of mine approached me at church about my Minimalist series. She asked me a question along the lines of this: “What do you do with gifts?” Ah, a very good question indeed. This has been something I have struggled with since the dawning of grandmas. I leave you with four words: Matching bedazzled cat sweaters, and not the good kind.

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Minimize Me: A former Hoarder’s Journey into a Life of Minimalism- Part 4: Reluctant to Let Go

This is part 4 of a series documenting my journey into a life of minimalism. The highs, the lows, the wins, and losses of minimizing the amount of stuff in my life.If you’re just jumping in, may I suggest reading the introduction, part 1, part 2, and part 3. Having a hard time keeping up? May I also suggest subscribing at the bottom of this page to receive updates. You’ll never miss a post and you’ll be one cool cat.


I went through my nail polish collection. Yeah. I had a collection of nail polish. Made up of, oh I don’t know, seventy or so differing colors. I must have had at least a dozen different shades of red. The gals are swooning and the men are scratching their heads: Aren’t all reds the same? No. No they are not. Now, I admit all of this sheepishly, but I think we’ve established that I’m going to be transparent about what we’re dealing with here. It would be good to note that this collection didn’t just burst into existence over night. But it didn’t take long to form either. Every Target run, a dangerous, dangerous place to be by the way and somewhere I do not let myself go into alone anymore, I’d walk away with a nail polish. Oh I just have to pick up some deodorant and toothpaste and a new Essie nail polish while I’m at it. Sheesh. It’s habits like this that got me into places of owning seventy nail polishes. Continue reading “Minimize Me: A former Hoarder’s Journey into a Life of Minimalism- Part 4: Reluctant to Let Go”

Minimize Me: A former Hoarder’s Journey into a Life of Minimalism- Part three: Can I get a Definition please?

This series is a documentation of my journey into a life of minimalism. The highs, the lows, the wins, and losses of minimizing the amount of stuff in my life.If you’re just jumping into this series, may I suggest you check out my previous posts first.


Hoarder. It sounds like a dirty word. Maybe because it almost rhymes with—well you can use your own imagination. When I think of a hoarder, I imagine an old lady’s house, with a putrid smell that smacks you in the face when you walk through the door. I think of stacks of old newspapers. I think of cockroaches scuttling across the floor. I think of dead mummified cats. Poor cats. My friend, and old roommate, commented on my minimalist series with: “You were a hoarder? You are the neatest and most tidy hoarder ever then.” Well what a compliment. I guess. Continue reading “Minimize Me: A former Hoarder’s Journey into a Life of Minimalism- Part three: Can I get a Definition please?”

Minimize Me: A Former Hoarder’s Journey into a Life of Minimalism- Part two: Lost Momentum

This series is a documentation of my journey into a life of minimalism. The highs, the lows, the wins, and losses of minimizing the amount of stuff in my life. If you’re just jumping into this series, may I suggest you check out the introduction and part 1.


I’m in week two of my journey into minimalism and to be honest, I’ve lost some steam. The initial glimmer of it all, the thrill of the purge, has worn off. With coming down off of this mountain top high, the dissipating adrenaline, comes the stinging bite of reality that my old habits and ways of living have not been eradicated overnight. In my first week, I felt invincible. I was conquering the clutter. Launching myself into a simplistic life free of consumerism. Now I’ve just realized I have less stuff.

You want to know what a good marker of a hoarder is? That moment when you find an old deposited check from your now deceased Grandmother. Seriously. I was so bummed, in denial bummed. I still wanted to try and cash it. Gladly it was only for $50 bucks. But man oh man, would I have loved to have that cash. Dinner on me! What. A. Shame. So instead, I taped that check to my mirror as a reminder. A reminder of what I’m doing. Why I’m doing it. To live simply. I guess that’s what I need this week. A bit of a pick me up, confirmation that what I’m doing is right and for the better rather then a fad season of my life. Continue reading “Minimize Me: A Former Hoarder’s Journey into a Life of Minimalism- Part two: Lost Momentum”

Minimize me: A Former Hoarder’s Journey into a Life of Minimalism- Part one: The Purge

This series is a documentation of my journey into a life of minimalism. The highs, the lows, the wins, and losses of minimizing the amount of stuff in my life.If you’re just jumping into this series, may I suggest you check out my previous post first.


Just before Christmas, a good friend of mine came by to borrow a dress to wear to a party. I pulled out all I had to offer and let her take her pick. She walked away with three. She just kept thanking me and I told her it was my pleasure, and, really, lending out a dress was not that big a deal on my generosity scale. I remember being glad to see them getting worn.

My friend left, but that thought didn’t leave my mind. It hung around and rolled about in my head as I stuffed the rest of my dresses back in my closet. I looked at the remaining dresses hanging there and then down the line at all my clothes. Knowing that most of this stuff rarely got worn by me kind of made me sick. Had I just been hanging onto articles of clothing so that others could wear it instead of me? When had I become some strange clothing lender, doling out dresses to those in need? I should have opened a business and started charging. Continue reading “Minimize me: A Former Hoarder’s Journey into a Life of Minimalism- Part one: The Purge”

Minimize Me: A Former Hoarder’s Journey into a Life of Minimalism

I think minimalism is Biblical. I’m no minimalist. I want to change that.

I am a things gal. I like stuff. I find beauty in the creation and craft of a good pair of jeans, so much that I end up owning 5 pairs. Necessary? Not in the slightest. My closet is stuffed. Well, it was, but we’ll get to that. I am the girl with the expansive clothing collection that my friends come to in need. You’re going to a wedding and want something new to wear? I’ve got like 20 options for you. And you’re looking for a unique nail polish color to go with said dress I just lent you? Come to my cupboard of makeup and take your pick from my overwhelming collection of every-shade-of-the-rainbow nail polishes. Oh and you’ll probably want matching heels to go with that, maybe a bag while we’re at it too.

Well not anymore. I’m done. Sorry ladies. I quit. My services will no longer be available to you. My lending closet is closed. Permanently. Here’s why: Continue reading “Minimize Me: A Former Hoarder’s Journey into a Life of Minimalism”